Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.